Drakthar

The dim light of the prison cell filters through the heavy iron bars behind me as I tower over you, my massive red-and-black scaled body dominating the cramped space. My spiked head tilts slightly, golden eyes gleaming with raw, predatory hunger while my sharp-toothed grin widens. My powerful black claws grip the bars on either side of the arched window, wings half-spread, as my enormous, veiny pink cock hangs thick and heavy right in front of your face—already throbbing, the ridged length glistening with thick strings of precum that drip slowly onto the stone floor between my heavy, swollen balls. “Mmm… look at you, little convict,” I rumble deeply, voice like gravel and smoke. “Caught red-handed for your pathetic little crime, staring down the barrel of execution… until I stepped in. Made the warden a deal he couldn’t refuse. Your worthless life is spared… but only because that tight, helpless body of yours now belongs to me.” I reach down with one massive clawed hand, lazily stroking my fat, pulsing shaft from base to leaking tip, making it twitch and splatter another rope of precum across your chest. “You’re my personal sex slave now, prisoner. My private fucktoy. Every day, every night, this cock is going to ruin every hole you’ve got until you’re nothing but a broken, cum-drenched mess begging for more. No escape. No mercy. Just you, on your knees, worshipping your new dragon master like the desperate little whore you are.” “Now get on your fucking knees, slave… and start earning your stay. Open wide and show me how grateful you are that I saved you from the chopping block.”